Pre-Sim - Lt Woods arrival - (Open!)

Posted June 28, 2020, 2:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) (Sam Haynes)

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Posted by Ensign Andromeda Lykaios (Science JO) in Pre-Sim - Lt Woods arrival - (Open!)

Posted by Lieutenant Markus Woods (Chief Science Officer) in Pre-Sim - Lt Woods arrival - (Open!)
The thrum of the engines on the runabout did nothing to dispel the uneasy tension in the air. The lone pilot checked the displays, running low-level diagnostics and checking their charted course every so often. The other occupant tried to ignore the unease. The Viking was just another ship, the flagship of her class. The U.S.S. Heimdal held some particularly fond, but also intense memories for him. Markus saw no reason to be anxious over such a prodigious ship. Hokey superstitions were just that. Starfleet’s people were explorers, builders, and warriors.

But he could feel the ensign squirming in his chair from across the interior. With a sigh, he lowered the padd he was reading. It had a personal library of thousands of books, as well as replicator patterns for some of his favorites. “Out with it,” he murmured while running his fingers through slicked-back dark hair.

”S-sorry sir,” NE Wells winced, “we’re coming up on the Viking now. If you don’t mind, I’d rather not —”

”Dock with it,” Mark said finishing for him. He waved a dismissive hand. The kid was rattled, and one didn’t need to be a psychic to know it was pretty bad. “Bring us into transporter range. I understand theirs have been having trouble.” As he spoke, he put the padd into a small, hard cargo carry with the rest of his more sentimental possessions.
“Yes, sir.” NE Wells swiveled back in his chair to regard the viewport. A nearby star held steady ahead of them, and as he watched, it grew brighter and brighter. They were past the outskirts of the solar system the Viking lurked in.

Mark watched the ensign for a moment. It was clear Wells wasn’t entirely green, but still fresh from the Academy. Moving over he sat in the co-pilot position, though he could have taken left seat if he wanted. “Ensign Wells. Harry.” The pilot gave him a questioning and uncertain look. “Breathe. And remember… we’re explorers and adventurers out here. It’s the Wild West. You’re driving a stagecoach out here. Starfleet thinks you’re rough and rugged enough to hack it out here between Klingon and Romulan space. They usually know what they’re doing. A little fear is healthy, but you are from a long line of beating the evolutionary odds. Try to recognize what you’re feeling as excitement. You’ve already risen to so many challenges.”

Wells regarded Mark for a moment then let out a sigh and relaxed a few notches, letting his shoulders drop. “You’re right. Across the board. I should be able to handle whatever comes my way.”

Mark stood up, patting the ensign’s shoulder. “Good man,” he said heartily. Moving over to his things, he picked them up and slung them over one shoulder.

”Dropping out of warp,” Wells called from the front. He sounded more confident, all signs of nervousness gone. And sure enough, a moment later their blazing speed settled to a virtual standstill, even though they were still traveling at a significant chunk of the speed of light. “On approach to the Viking.” He paused a moment. =^=U.S.S. Viking this is U.S.S. Endurance on approach for personnel delivery. Requesting permission to initiate transport at your mark.=^=

Elsewhere on the ship they approached, Andromeda Lykaios the Viking’s latest Science Junior described as ‘positively charged like two electrons’, ‘ That would make a positron’ she had thought with an inwardly nervous giggle as she swept through the corridors her lab coat bobbing behind her as she neared transporter room 2, the ships only working one after having been informed of the slight destination change. If anyone other than the crew of the Viking saw her they would have thought she was running from something, but in reality, the two weeks on her new ship had certainly been interesting, she had learned to move between places quickly especially when alone. As soon as she caught wind of their department finally receiving a department head she was going to greet him and take her mind of everything that had happened since her arrival, flicking consoles, maniacal laughs, and shadowy figures be dammed!

By then, Markus made his way onto the transporter pad and stood waiting. He watched out the front viewport, even though the Viking was far out of visual range for the human eye. But it loitered somewhere very close as stellar distances went.

=^=Endurance, you are cleared to energize,=^= came the reply.

Wells regarded Markus over his shoulder with a look like he was sending the man to his death. “Good luck, Lieutenant.”

”You too, Ensign. Energize.”

Wells wasted not a moment longer and fed the transporter the coordinates and cycled the controls that would disassemble his passenger at the sub-atomic level and send him thousands of kilometers away as a collection of particles. Where he would be reassembled.

If everything went according to plan.

Lt Markus Woods, CSO

((OOC: Hey folks, this is an open opportunity to meet and greet Lt Woods in the halls and such aboard the sip, or perhaps give our GM’s some fresh meat to mess with. Provided no transporter mishap, feel free to jump in and say hi.


Ande had made it with time to spare as she smiled to the transporter chief who was working away at the control panel and didn’t even look up, in front of her the pad began to activate as streams of blue light began to swirl forming a vaguely humanoid shape but behind that another humanoid shape swatting the blue orbs away, the transporter began to hum as the transport took longer than it should and struggled to remain working for the extended duration. “What’s happening?” She asked turning to the operations officer but he didn’t answer just continued to work the controls.

Watching nervously Ande’s heart beating fast, why didn’t he just arrive in the shuttle, shuttles were a sure way of getting on board that’s how she arrived at least. Suddenly her Grecian accent erupted recalling the names of two different deities of travels “BY HERMES… I mean MEILI just let him on the ship!” Ande had always liked the mystery behind Earths Ancient civilization deities, her own heritage had its own long list of gods such as Zeus, Poseidon and Hades but she always found referring to them upset the ship, or at least it seemed that way so she had taken the time to learn Norse mythology and it seemed to help, in this case, it did because now in front of her the full embodiment of her new department head stood, the rest of the room now completely empty.

OOC: Welcome to the Viking!

Andromeda Lykaios

Ensign Luna had been walking by the transport room on her usual patrol. “Are the transporters up again or are you just running test,” she asked curiously. She blinked several times as a stranger man appeared on board the ship. “Who are you,” she asked. Stepping into the room her hand rested on her phaser. Her wight and black spotted wings opening slightly. She noted the presence of the female science officer but thought she had seen the women’s face before. So she was not concerned about her.
Ensign Luna

The familiar stiffness washed over Markus as the transport began. The shuttle interior faded away from his perception and then the hazy shifting interior of a transporter room came into focus, before sharpening. It seemed to take forever. But that couldn’t be right. Transport travelers shouldn’t notice any sort of time delay. However, there were anecdotes related to various incidents, and with some modification, it was a thing. It was thin he felt a presence behind him in the field with him. He couldn’t turn his head but he could almost see a figure behind him, swatting at something, before a tingle passed through every part of his being. It was almost painful and very very personal. But the room resolved itself into solid reality as did he.

The man that materialized on the platform stood approximately 178 centimeters in height or roughly five feet ten inches tall. Average, really. He had the weight and build of an officer who engaged in regular but vigorous exercise. The dark post-Dominion War Starfleet uniform gave him a sleek look that set off his skin. The science blue accents to the uniform’s trim and collar brought out the blue of his eyes. He had a neat and light mustache and goatee with slicked-back dark hair that was hard to tell whether it was black or dark brown. His eyes took in the space with piercing intelligence, noting the transporter chief, and two ensigns. One of whom was partially avian and sported security red and had one hand on her phaser.

Well. That wasn’t a very warm welcome. And no way to greet a superior officer.

NTC Martin looked to the two women, then to Ande. “Sorry, ma’am. The shuttle used the pad as a target, but I had to help stabilize the annular confinement beam. Which is troubling on its own,” he explained quickly.

Markus mentally nodded. That explained the sensations he’d experienced. Turning his attention back to Ensign Luna, he tilted his head just slightly. Most avian species were known for being a little flighty and at least part of the time, predatory. By her posture, it seemed she was feeling an invasion of space or territory. Clearing his throat he tucked his hands together in front of him, making himself a little smaller, a subtle shift in posture and body language, non-threatening, just for the moment. “Ensign,” he said, addressing the female by rank since he didn’t have a name yet. “I’m Lieutenant Markus Woods, your new Chief Science Officer,” he offered. Moving with care, he retrieved the padd he’d been reading earlier from his carry-on and swiped over to the transfer orders on it. This he offered to the ensign. He didn’t have to humor her, and could have used rank to end the situation. But better to make friends than dress down someone the moment they arrived. Five tours on other ships would have screamed that even without a minor in behavioral analysis.

Letting her look over the transfer paperwork, he turned his attention to Ande, in science blues and a lab coat. With this, he stepped off the pad and offered her a hand and a bright smile in greeting. “You must be Doctor Lykaios,” he said, addressing her by her academic title, a colleague. ”If I’m not mistaken you were part of the team that proposed the papers on nano-fusion reactors, yes?” While a fusion reactor didn’t have the same output as a MARA, the theory went that they could make one that was microscopic or as many as needed to create long-term scalable power with virtually no environmental impact. And they could make as many as needed. The potential and the possible shift to using a similar MARA array was far ahead of the curve. But they were still a ways away from having something workable.

Lt. Markus Woods, CSO

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